| When I’m at the point of breaking at the place where I resign
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| When I’m at the stage of shaking my head as I look back on my life
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| When I’m halfway through the grieving, but not quite through the ache
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| When I cannot see the ending, or which road I’m supposed to take
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| All I know to do is lift my hands to You
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| Take all of my life, all of my life
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| And make something beautiful
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| I open my hand, trusting Your plan
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| Make something beautiful so all will see
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| Your work in me, as You make something beautiful
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| When I’m tired of pretending, and I can’t recall my lines
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| Do I say, I’m barely breathing, or just say, I’m doing fine
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| I admit there is a yearning, for the hurting to subside
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| But not at the risk of missing what You’re doing with my life
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| All I know to do is lift my hands to You…
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| Take all of my life, all of my life
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| And make something beautiful
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| I open my hand, trusting Your plan
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| Make something beautiful so all will see
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| Your work in me, as You make something beautiful
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| Make something beautiful
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| 'Cause all I know to do is lift my hands to You
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| All I know to do is lift my hands to You
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| Take all of my life, all of my life
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| And make something beautiful
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| I open my hand, trusting Your plan
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| Make something beautiful
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| Take all of my life, all of my life
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| And make something beautiful
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| I open my hand, I’m trusting Your plan
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| To make something beautiful, so all will see
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| Your work in me, as You make something beautiful
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| Make something beautiful
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| You make it beautiful |